Spring has sprung for the week of Mystery Writers of America's big awards banquet and associated events, including MWA's one-day Symposium and Agents & Editors cocktail party and the unofficial but highly popular party at Black Orchid, a bookstore so small that the festivities take place mostly on the stoop. I jogged through a deliriously beautiful Central Park yesterday--magnolias and early ornamental fruit trees in full bloom, daffodils and kids and dogs underfoot, tender green everywhere--on a quest to find a place for members of the Guppies chapter of Sisters in Crime to have lunch on the day of the Symposium. I'm thrilled with the weather, and I love the Edgars. I don't care that the odds are astronomical against my ever winning one. I don't mind if the nominees are not my favorite books of the year. I adore getting an invitation that says "dress to kill." This year, it said "black and white and read all over." It even suggested a way for the gentlemen to achieve this: a tux and a bloodstain. I don't mind paying the whopping fee for the banquet, because I'll amortize it by taking home a pile of free books. How about y'all? Awards, events--love 'em or hate 'em? And if you'll be in New York this week, let me know. I'd be delighted to say hello. :)